"I plan to host an art salon, gathering so true abstract artists, and hold an exhibition thed on abstract art... Trust , this trend will soon sweep the entire Holy City! The mont of glory for the Devor family is right here!"
The undulating voice was like a song, as Ralph stared blankly at his daughter, finally sighing as he tossed a pouch filled with gold coins onto the table.
"Take it, I only have one request—don't let the Devor surna appear at your art show... And don't tarnish my na or your brother's outside."
These days, he had been making a land grab in the White Dew District, expending a great deal of effort and barely saving 800 gold coins, only to be swayed by a single sentence from Prince Colin in the lecture hall.
Seeing this, Kawenna grinned from ear to ear, but as soon as she picked up the pouch and weighed it, she knew it was surely not a thousand coins, and her pretty little face imdiately fell.
"Why only this much? My brother told that the family has made a lot of money recently?"
"Don't listen to that wastrel's nonsense. He rarely speaks anything reliable."
Ralph paused for a mont and then continued in a softened tone.
"Our money is temporarily tied up in the land, and your father here can't move much of the funds. Please spend sparingly... If you achieve sothing and need more investnt, I'll naturally put in more money."
Of course, he couldn't give her all 1,000 gold coins; that money would only ruin her.
However, Kawenna evidently didn't understand her father's intentions and only felt that he was reluctant to spend.
Gripping the money in her hand, she declared with conviction.
"Just wait and see! I'll surely make a na for myself! When the ti cos, I won't need your money, and Kawenna Devor will beco the most famous up-and-coming collector in Uptown! I'll be the future of the abstract world!"
Ralph almost laughed in exasperation, but it was his daughter after all, so he rely humd.
"Hope when you spend all that money, you can still be as tough as you are now. Also, don't expect to buy your junk; I'm not too old to know the difference."
"We'll see!"
Kawenna stomped her foot angrily, stord out, and slamd the door of the study.
...
At the Wise Court Manor, a lavishly decorated carriage stopped downstairs.
Two liveried attendants quickly stepped forward, one deftly opening the carriage door while the other thoughtfully placed a footstool beneath it.
Sarah, cloaked, was the first to hop out of the carriage, replacing the attentive human servants waiting at the door, and offered her gloved hand respectfully, helping her Lord Demon King out of the carriage.
These filthy humans had already pestered His Majesty enough today; they wouldn't get another chance!
As Prince Colin disembarked, a well-dressed, slightly gray-haired but impeccably styled old steward steadily approached, wearing a considerate and deferential smile.
"Your Highness, it has been a tiring day. May I inquire whether today's lecture went smoothly?"
Hearing this, Luo Yan's expression grew sowhat peculiar, but he still replied politely and courteously.
"Thanks to Count Hillfin's care, my day was very 'fulfilling.'
It was more than just fulfilling.
The enthusiastic students at the Imperial Royal Art Academy almost didn't let him leave the classroom.
One passionate lady even boldly slipped personal items into his pocket amidst the commotion, and Sarah, watching nearby, almost bristled... In short, he had heard the sound of a sigh.
There was nothing he could do.
Roxey Colin was just that kind of figure; he couldn't just cast a Spell to blast away those fawning "followers."
Catching the underlying implication in Prince Colin's words, Stein gave a wry smile and wore an apologetic expression.
"We're truly sorry for such incidents... But please believe , Count Hillfin has nothing but goodwill. That gentleman genuinely appreciates your understanding of art. Indeed... it is undeniable, he does hope to provide you with so opportunities to interact with your peers. The students at the Royal Academy are excellent individuals with impeccable families and characters."
Luo Yan gave a light cough and said.
"Please don't misunderstand, I am not blaming Count Hillfin. I am very grateful for the opportunities he provides for to engage and exchange with the young people of the Empire. However... if there are any unplanned arrangents in the future, please just inform in advance, so I'm at least ntally prepared."
"I will certainly convey your thoughts to him," Stein nodded respectfully, then continued, "Additionally, the Earl instructed to tell you that what you need most tonight is a hot cup of tea and ample rest. I have arranged for the servants to send the tea to your room, and I hope you will have a pleasant evening."
Luo Yan nodded, following Sarah and the steward through the front gate and corridor of the main building, returning to the bedroom on the second floor.
Once the door closed behind him and footsteps faded away, the expression on Luo Yan's face finally relaxed a bit.
Sitting in the chair by the window, he inhaled the soothing aroma of the tea, feeling the day's exhaustion recede.
Today's social obligations were more than expected.
Particularly Miss Ophelia Castellion, that lady's persistence far exceeded his expectations... to the point where it was becoming a bit troubling.
He wasn't sure if it was Duke Andre's instigation behind the scenes or if the girls in the Holy City were simply more forward.
Honestly, the Demon City shouldn't be this open... uh, probably?
The image of Mia's face involuntarily surfaced in Luo Yan's mind, suddenly making him uncertain.
However, he did not wish to compare Miss Padric with anyone else, as when they first t he did not yet carry this aura, and the compatibility between humans and Enchanting Demons was indeed a factor to consider...
To his mory, from the very first day they t, she seed to take every chance to find fault with him.
"You're finally back—hic!" An elongated belch interrupted Luo Yan's thoughts, as Taufu, finally rested enough, stretched her small wings and woke up looking sleepy.
Lately, she alternated between eating and sleeping so much that she was nearly turning into a little pig.
Although she argued that so villain had been drugging her, Luo Yan honestly hadn't used Black Magic once since arriving in the Holy City.
The Magic Potion, concocted using Hell's formula, hadn't co out even once.
"What did you eat today?" Luo Yan casually asked as a sort of "good morning."
"Roast goose! Two large roast geese! Plus a big pork shank! And the roast potatoes underneath!" Taufu excitedly said. "The food here is just amazing! It's not one bit inferior to your kitchen! By Saint Sis, knowing that inhabitants under His command enjoyed life so much, why did I bother working hard back then? Shouldn't I have just helped Him win directly?"
Only by utterly eliminating Hell would this brat nad Demon King not be born!
She pondered maliciously, knowing well that such musings cost nothing.
Seeing the unambitious Dragon God, Luo Yan chuckled and teased.
"It's not that you didn't know, but rather you lacked that thing, making your brain abnormal."
"Lacked that thing?" Taufu was stunned, not grasping the aning of his words.
Luo Yan didn't explain because an explanation would certainly make her anxious.
He could even imagine her blushing furiously, arguing that "Zeta Empire's technology is the universe's best!", "How could primitive civilization's natives be worthy of discussing civilized beings!", "Hormones just undermine work and thought, bearing no benefit to humanity or society!", "We procreate faster than you... uh, masturbation, and can fill an entire planet in just two months!", blah blah blah.
Arguing about such things was pretty pointless.
Just like Taufu still hadn't fully grasped what a soul was, and likewise, he couldn't understand why the Zeta Civilization took this unique Path of Ascension of "castration for all."
"I'm quite exhausted today, really not in the mood for teasing you; you should play with Sarah... Sarah, it's up to you." Luo Yan yawned, setting the untouched tea aside, removing his clothes, and hanging them on the rack.
Tomorrow, there is still a funeral to attend, the last thing on his plan for this trip to the Holy City.
"Yes, Lord Demon King."
Sneaking a glance at the dignified figure, Sarah nodded blushingly and acceded to the task, subsequently grabbing the noisy little fellow and carrying her to the room next door, ignoring Taufu's snarling protests and complaints.
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